C137 Her Beautiful Thoughts

To help?

Tian Meimei snorted coldly. She had already figured out what this father and son pair were thinking. By helping out, she could simply squeeze out all her remaining value. It was just a slightly more polite way of saying it.

She already knew why she had to speak in such a roundabout way.

"I don't have any money." Tian Meimei retorted coldly